“Oh you gave us a real good scare,” she adjusted his pillows and looked over some charts, marking things off and double checking his vital signs. I shifted a little, recalling the earlier times when the roles were reversed and it was Ryan that was above me. It made me realize just how far our journey was in such a short amount of time, and I couldn’t be happier. It was such a weird thing to say; I felt happiness. But I did. I couldn’t be happier that I shared this journey with someone who showed me that love does exist and that I have power within myself, I don’t have it within others. It was a valuable lesson to learn. Ryan also was there to help me come to terms with the fact that not everyone could be saved. I made peace with losing Eric when he laid his hands on me, but it was never easy thinking that he was truly suffering. Just because I knew that the real Eric, my old one, could still be somewhere in there.
But I had Ryan. I looked at him, his smile growing bigger and bigger.
“I like to keep everyone on their toes,” he said, gaining his strength back, slowly but surely.
“Well let’s not do that again, ok?” Wendy said, walking out to go grab another doctor.
“It’s not on my list of things to do.”
I returned to his side, not wanting to leave it ever again. It was incredible how fast I had fallen for him and how irrevocably strong those feelings were. It was as though my own cells cried out for him to be next to me, a feeling I started to realize never happened with the monster. The one that I refused to call by name.
No, the monster killed my Eric long ago. I just never understood what was happening until it was too late. The man locked up behind cold metal bars was not my Eric.
“I’m glad you were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes,” he said, his voice sounding like the best song I had ever had.
“I'm glad I was here.” I said, beaming down through more happy tears.
“So can we finally watch that Game of Thrones episode we missed?”
I looked down at him and smiled, kissing his gentle lips. I couldn’t help but chuckle at it all. Everything felt so right, like I didn’t have to worry, like I could breathe and feel alive again.
“Yes. Yes we can.”
And I knew it was all going to be ok.
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